All Chapters of 168 Hours in Hell: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

PATSY POV:After I get over the shock of what just happened – finding a hidden cell phone in my drawer and an outfit in my closet, I grab a towel and head to the shower. I hate to admit it, but the mystery of Baron has gripped me, and I can’t shake it.What possible reason could he have for treating me this way and doing what he did to me? Sure, he says he was protecting me from Harry, but his version of “protection” is basically pulling me out of the frying pan and throwing me into the fire. I would have thought bringing me inside for a stern talking to and then maybe a make-up popsicle or some ice cream would have been the way to go, not forcing me to strip and jerking off on me.What could motivate him to do such a thing?Does he really just want me that badly? I know I’ve been wearing completely inappropriate things around the house, but as a grown man, shouldn’t he be able to ignore that? Look the other way? In two years he’ll be forty, for crying out loud! I guess maybe if he an

PATSY POV:BEEP … BEEP …My head hurts, and the alarm was going off, waking me up from a deep sleep.I rub my sleepy eyes, where the hell am I?The last thing I remembered clearly was when Baron called me to that weird boobs-showing party of his and then…Then.. I met Marcus and Sandro… and then…Arghh…I keep thinking and there my mind clicks, Sandro and Marcus pushing me onto the bed and undressing me.F**kCuriously I look down at myself to see my bare body. Where are my clothes?Just when I am lost in trance, the door opens and Baron walks in, he is wearing a suit, and looking disheveled.“You’re awake…” He looks surprised at me.“Yes.” I shrug, what’s so new in waking up?“Next time… If you dare accept the drink from any stranger…” Just a moment he was in surprise and relief and then again his ferocious personality returned.In his words, I rolled my eyes showing my displeasure to him and in that instant, he turned into an animal. One moment, he was standing in front of me and th

PATSY POV:A rush of sensation pours through me like nothing I’ve ever felt. It’s like every nerve ending of my body starts to scream at the same time. Finally, I find my breath and cry out as my orgasm barrels into me like an out-of-control truck.I’m beyond slick between my thighs, and the sensation only grows as I feel Baron’s cock pulse and a hot jet of his release sprays inside me. My body launches into a series of convulsions as we flow through bliss together. He pumps his hips forward one final time and buries his nine inches inside me. I experience the dull pain, the stretch, and our releases at the same time as a collage of unbelievable sensations. Beyond anything, I could ever imagine.He holds me down, rocking gently inside me. I feel him throbbing and hold him close. Drops of his release spill out of me and run down my thighs. After a moment, he kisses me on the collarbone, then works his way up my neck to my cheek.“Christ, princess. See what you do to me? Turn me int

PATSY POV:Baron had thought he was being funny, tormenting me and trying to wrest control from my hands. Now it was time for him to see just how cruel a woman could be!By the time I’d washed the majority of his body, his cock was throbbing, a bead of precum pooling at his slit. I licked my lips, fighting the urge to take him in my mouth and taste him for the first time. Instead, I soaped up my hand, took hold of him, and began to stroke his cock.Baron moaned, his hands balling into fists. When I looked up to see him chewing on his bottom lip, I grinned. So far, my plan was working just as expected. Now it was time to make him beg, just as he’d done to me.I continued to stroke him, using one hand on his cock and the other to gently fondle his balls. As he continued to moan, low and soft, I tightened my grip on his shaft. Now his body began to tremble, his moans growing louder by the second.Grinning up at him, I released his shaft and stood up, making him groan as I did so. I

PATSY POV:I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping, but when I wake up the next day all sore, I smell bacon cooking.Stretching, I open my eyes, and the sun pours in through the windows. Sitting up, I turned to find Baron but he was nowhere.I pulled over his shirt and then got out of the room.I find Baron in the kitchen, such a surprise.“Sun’s out.” I smile.“No more rain.” He smiles back. “At least for now. I hope you’re hungry.”“Since when do you cook for yourself?” I joined him in the kitchen. He’s already made toast and a fruit salad. I pluck a piece of pineapple and suggestively slide it into my mouth.“Just because I have a private chef – several private chefs – doesn’t mean I don’t know how to cook.”“I thought that was exactly what it meant.” I laugh. He leans in to kiss me, but I shake my head. “No. Morning breath.”“Don’t be silly,” he laughs. “As if I care.”“No, seriously. You might not care, but I care. I’ll be back in a minute.”I wink and then turn to leave, “Don’